A Change of Events Part 1
Author's Note
Hey everypony, sorry it's taken so long to get this out! It was originally supposed to be a Christmas story, but there were delays, writer's block, and a great deal of busy times. I had to rush some parts to keep the wordcount down without making it thirty or even forty thousand words, and there were a couple ideas I had for it that didn't get implemented. Next story? The next chapter of Sun's Setting!
A Change of Events Part 1
Sunrise Splendor stepped out into the cold of winter and shivered. It wasn’t as bad as winter in Lindisbarne, but the mountain air still had a bite to it. She shifted her clipboard and allowance pouch to one side to access the Warmth Potion given her. Juggling all three items, she popped the cork, then lifted the milky-white liquid to her lips and swallowed it in several eager gulps. She didn’t mind that the potions were made from warbeast cum. In fact, Sunrise quite enjoyed the taste. Of course, she couldn’t speak of other mares, especially some of the blacks that were made to bathe in the stuff or humiliate themselves to gain access to it.
Almost immediately the potion began its effect, warmth spreading from her belly to the rest of her body. Sunny sighed with relief and kicked aside a clump of snow from the steps to set the bottle down. Behind her, the spire of the new administration building rose near Canterlot Castle, and inside, the many ponies that helped run Equestria worked tirelessly.
Sunrise herself had her own orders. Find the owners of mares on the list and discover if they’d been showing improvement or not. Sunrise guessed it had something to do with Hearth’s Warming coming up, as the list looked suspiciously like one from an old filly’s tale. All the mares had a few check boxes near their names, and a comment section below. Good meant that the mare, no matter her collar color, showed satisfactory improvement. Bad meant they either weren’t showing improvement, or were actually showing a decline. As for Naughty, Sunrise felt that one would fit her best. It meant the mare’s master was happy with how the mare acted.
Sunny hugged her clipboard to her nude chest. She looked around at the heavy bustle of the day as caribou, stallions, and no small amount of mares made their ways through the streets. Stepping aside for a caribou entering the building, she bowed her head subserviently and gave the stag a smile. He took no notice of her as he passed her by.
Taking another gander at her clipboard, she flipped the pages and grimaced at the amount of ponies she’d have to visit. Vestri had been working her hard lately, and that was saying something. He always gave her a great deal of work to accomplish, but the holidays had her running around more than ever. Hearth’s Warming was coming up and not only were a lot of mares wishing to go Red, more than she could ever check on, but there were also the new additions.
Zebras and gryphons were being brought in by ever increasing numbers and Sunny had to check them all and get them to go Red. Her Master explained it to her that they were a very hot commodity this season. Many stallions wanted a Zebra slut of their own, or a gryphon to make screech every night. There was barely enough time in her day anymore for herself to spend with Vestri, and she was getting frustrated and burned out. In fact, all she was doing was wasting time, time she could be spending taking care of her own errands as well as those of Vestri and the Council. Maybe if I work extra hard today, they’d allow me to service them at dinner?
Her ears perked up and a smile grew on her lips. Maybe her Master would even have time to tell her one of his stories. She always loved those, especially when at the same time she could ride his cock. Sunny pushed her giddiness down and calmed herself. Errands and work first, fun later. She centered her leather collar around her neck, patted her mane into place, and edged out into the crowd. Though Sunny enjoyed the occasional grope to her breasts and ass, she moved quickly past them. Busy mares had no time for fun.
All around her, and throughout Canterlot, Hearth’s Warming decorations dotted and covered every surface. From the spiral-wrapped Dick Canes to trees covered in assorted lewd decorations of both caribou and pony design, it all brought a feeling of joy to Sunny’s heart. She hadn’t even had to send any ponies to Re-Education Schools recently.
Sunny skipped through the street and avoided bumping into anypony. That halted quickly enough when a sudden patch of ice sent her sprawling painfully onto her ass. A loud yelp escaped her lips, and nearby a few stallions laughed at her. “Stupid, clumsy bitch!” one of them called out and moved on his way.
A flush overtook Sunrise’s cheeks and she stood, rubbing her sore ass. No more skipping sounds like a good idea, she thought as she moved on her way. Weaving her way through the crowds of ponies and caribou, especially making sure to avoid any rowdy Blacks, Sunny edged her way into an establishment formerly owned by a mare. Of course, the mare had been put hard to work in it, but Sunrise knew the mare’s former stallion assistant who owned it. Taking a glance at the sign, she smiled to herself when she saw it said ‘Lacy Binds’.
Taking a deep breath, Sunrise opened the door and stepped in, making sure to knock off every bit of snow from her hooves. Above her, a bell jingled and a stallion came out of a room in the back.
“Aha! It is good to see you again, Sunrise Splendor,” exclaimed Satin Cloth, a strongly-built stallion that Sunny would never have expected to be into something like clothes making. His sky-blue coat and white mane made Sunrise believe he used dye. “You here to please your master again, I hope?” he continued with a twinkle in his eye. His gaze traveled over her form.
While mares were not permitted to wear any clothes that covered their body, there were, however exceptions to the rule. Anything that helped pronounce their assets, or anything see-through were permitted, even encouraged by some stallions and caribou. Vestri had even taken an interest in Sunrise wearing such garments. It allowed her to keep her love of stylish clothing and apply it to pleasing Vestri. On the other hoof, she’d also had to watch some of her favorite garments destroyed by the rough trysts of Ivangir and a couple of the other Council members.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied with a slight bow of her head. “It’s just Sunny, though.” Sunrise glanced about the store, taking in the racks of fetish clothing for mares. There, various dresses in elaborate designs were on several mannequins. Bondage gear of all kinds hung from hooks with mannequins of their own modeling them. One particular model caught her eye.
Satin laughed and caressed a finger along her breast, bringing a shiver down Sunrise’s spine. “I will still remember you as the sexy little mare that came into the shop oh so long ago to replace her old wardrobe. Now, come! Tell me what you are looking for and I will be sure that your Master ravishes you for a week without end,” his hand slipped down to cup over her crotch, and Sunny pressed herself against it. “I imagine there will be many stallions jealous that their mares will not look as sexy and wanting of a male’s attention as you.”
A blush covered Sunrise’s cheeks and she giggled, whispering a reply, “If all goes well, the Council will leave me unable to walk for a month. I’m out gift shopping right now, Satin. I want to get something for Vestri that will make him think of no other mare for a long time to come.”
Satin barked a laugh and removed his hand from Sunrise’s crotch, only to swat it against her hip. “Then come, you know where to stand and what to do, Sunrise. Have you ideas of what you wanted?” he asked and stepped away toward the back of the store where several pedestals stood. On a few of them, manacles and chains were attached for Blacks.
Sunny stepped onto one without them and set her clipboard and pouch beside it, lifted her tail somewhat, and turned around. Then she leaned forward so that her slit and asshole peeked out at Satin. “I really enjoy the halter top with the asymmetrical hem and skirt. Sky blue if you have it,” she replied with a slight blush. “And whatever gear you feel would match it, sir.” If there was one thing she knew Satin Cloth enjoyed, it was dressing a mare
She held her position and glanced over her shoulder as Satin made his way through the store humming and mumbling softly to himself. Every so often, Sunny could understand a word, like ‘strap’ or ‘halter’. Her mind wandered to Hearth’s Warming Day. She would make sure to wake up early and dress herself up, maybe getting one of the Castle maids to help her into any restrictive gear that Satin decided would look good with the outfit. Then, when Vestri awoke, there she’d be, waiting for him with breakfast and his little pony slut ready to be taken in every way. A day filled with debauchery that would end with him drained of every ounce of his seed. Then, she’d be passed around the Council until her belly bulged from the amount of cum she drank and was sitting in her cunt and ass.
Behind her, Satin suddenly cleared his throat and chuckled. When Sunrise started, he inquired, “Having some thoughts on what your Master is going to do to you? It seems you’ve been getting wet without me.”
Sunrise’s eyes widened and she glanced quickly down at herself. Indeed, her cunt was already glistening with arousal, though not enough to begin dripping across Satin’s pedestal. Her cheeks flushed and she flashed him a smile, “I may have been.” She twisted in place to look over the items Satin had chosen out, a flutter of excitement in her belly.
When she’d entered the shop, Sunny couldn’t tell the exact details of the dress, but at least she’d be able to see it fully once it was on her. Satin set down a folded dress in a shade that reminded Sunrise of her mane, as well as the assorted bondage gear atop it. She could see various leather straps all of a sky blue color, but with it all in the pile, she couldn’t tell them apart from one-another. She trusted him, however, and enjoyed that he found her rump to be something he couldn’t take his eyes off of. While Sunrise didn’t like doing things with other males, she couldn’t deny she liked some of the attention. She was a mare devoted solely to her Masters. Not like some Reds I could name that, ugh, fuck everything that walks.
She was taken out of her thoughts when she heard Satin walk up the steps beside her. Reflexively, Sunny stood up fully, parted her legs, and stretched out her arms. Almost immediately, Satin Cloth began the lengthy preparations of slipping the dress over Sunrise and clipping on all the gear. When it was all said and done, Sunrise looked at herself in the mirror on the wall next to the pedestal and smiled brightly. Her eyes twinkled at the sight laid out before her.
While Sunrise’s breasts perked against the sheer and smooth fabric, her cleavage was laid out in the V-cut. Further down, the dress billowed out around Sunrise’s legs, though the front rose sharply to leave her labia nicely visible at the very tip of the cut. All around, the dress hugged her body and left just enough to the imagination if one were to ignore that the dress could be seen through. Her arms and legs were bound with fake-leather hobbles. The hobbles themselves had extra eye-hooks to connect another strap between the two. Beside her on the table lay the strap, and something else from the looks of it. A fair-sized anal plug with a length of strap leading to a clip that was probably meant to hook onto a collar.
The crown of the entire ensemble was a green leather and steel halter decorated with inlaid golden filigree currently strapped around her face. By the looks of it in the mirror and the bonus additions sitting on the table, it looked to be easily converted into a full bit and bridle.
Satin Cloth gleamed next to her, awaiting her thoughts. Sunrise shifted this way and that, making sure every inch of her was to satisfaction. Though, to be honest, it was less for her satisfaction and more for Vestri’s. It fits so well. The dress doesn’t clash, the halter is fantastic and can allow so much fun to be had with it. I think that’s a hobbler of sorts, but I’m not sure. Maybe to go up her ass, connect to her collar, and to be a bit painful if she tried to stand?
“Master will greatly enjoy it, sir, thank you,” Sunrise complimented, shifting herself every which way to see how she looked in various poses.
“By the looks of your pouch of bits, you don’t have nearly enough for the entire set,” Satin mentioned, causing Sunrise to lower her ears and slouch somewhat.
There goes Vestri’s Hearth’s Warming gift. Maybe just the halter and hobbles?
“However,” he brought up. “I’m willing to let all this go for less as long as you come in and model for, ohhh…” Satin stroked his chin, leaving Sunrise to feel hopeful. “A week,” he finished.
Sunrise’s ears immediately plastered against the back of her head. A week!? She barely had time to herself as it was. But… it was a small price to pay for this outfit. She’d just have to find time, even if she did it in segments. And all it was was standing around in sexy positions modeling the various outfits and bondage gear. She wasn’t going to have to fuck customers walking by or give in to their demands.
“It’s a deal, sir. I’ll make time to do so and stop by when I can,” Sunrise answered with a sigh of relief. She watched Satin pick up the bag of bits and count out a respectable amount, the mare flinching to see the bits she’d saved up for so long vanish that quickly. It was for Hearth’s Warming, though, and she felt it was better to use them on others. Satin took the bits to the register, then shortly came back to help Sunny out of her gear. He took his time in doing so, his gaze wandering all over her form even while he was packing everything up.
Stretching and walking off the platform, Sunrise asked, “May I have it sent to the castle under Vestri’s name? They’ll know where to send it and who it is for.” She picked up her vastly depleted bag of bits and clipboard, then sent a friendly wave back at Satin and left the store. One errand down, more remain. She already got Wishy Washy and Schorl their gifts a few days back, but she still needed Moonbrush’s. It wouldn’t be too hard for her. Moonbrush had taken a huge liking to dickpops, especially the new cream-filled ones.
Another short trip to a candy store, followed by a long perusal of the innumerable types and flavors of Dick-Pops, and Sunrise found herself with an empty pouch and a good selection for the Moonbutt. And maybe a few for herself, all to be delivered to the same place.
With that quick trip done, Sunrise took the time to walk herself out of the bustling crowds into a square. In the very center of the square, a massive Douglas Fir rose up, decorated in everything from lights to tinsel and a great many dildos, plugs, and an assortment of gear of all kinds. It was a sight to behold. At the very top sat the ‘star’. Celestia and Luna were bound across the surface of the enormous bronze emblem, legs and torsos thrust forward with mouths interlocking, forming a heart.
All around the square sat various apparatuses. Stockades, dildo chairs, fuck machines, and even a ‘Mare Wrestling’ booth involving a great deal of Warmth Potion, a massive tub, and a line of shivering Blacks and their Masters all waiting their turn to get a fresh application. Usually Blacks were made to wrestle for the chance to roll in it, but from the looks of it, there was holiday mercy going on.
Sitting down on a normal bench, Sunrise took the time to look through her clipboard. The first mare on the list was Octavia Melody. Oooo, I wouldn’t mind meeting her, I’ve always been a fan of her work, even after Fredrick and Harpo collared Beauty and her. I’m saddened Fredrick sent her away to the Farm for so long. The music wasn’t the same. Let’s see. Upper Crust, oh boy. Sunrise giggled to herself. She doubted that one would get good ratings. What Sunrise explained to the Elite and what actually happened were different in their heads, leading to some of the Elite being vehemently against their enslavement. So many Black Collars.
Sunny skimmed through the pages until she reached the very last one. Right there, the last name, was her very own. And it had… already been filled out? Sunrise Splendor, ‘Sunny’. ...Bad? What? Sitting there in confusion, Sunrise read on. Has a tendency to feel everything she is given is owed to her. Behavior needs improvement.
Sunrise Splendor nearly dropped the clipboard in shock. Bad? Me? But… I do everything Master and the Council ask of me! I’m his perfect little pet! This can’t be right. She reread it thrice more. It said the same thing each time. She double-checked, triple-checked, even quadruple-checked the name to be sure it wasn’t some other mare’s. It wasn’t. She recognized the handwriting, too. Master Vestri himself had filled it out. Her heart sank and her eyes focused sharply on the check mark in the ‘Bad’ box. Vestri saw her as Bad. That she either wasn’t improving or that she was getting worse.
Sunrise didn’t know how long she sat there until a group of teenage colts shooed her away from the bench so they could watch the Blacks wrestling in the booth.
Sunny swallowed hard. No matter what that note said, she was a good mare! She had a job to do right now, but after that, she would talk to Vestri when she got home. Just a misunderstanding is all. Nothing more. Obviously he meant to do that for some other mare, or it was just a mistake. Right? Her feelings warred within her between wishing her Master were wrong, and feeling bad that she would ever think Vestri could be wrong.
No, no, Sunrise, stop. Let’s think about this later. I have a lot to do and this will only get me in trouble if I don’t get it done in a timely manner. The unicorn pushed it to the back of her mind, took a deep breath to calm herself, and worked her way back into the crowds. First up was Octavia. Sunrise had to withhold a squeal of excitement. To actually meet Octavia Melody and Fredrick Horseshoepin. She’d gone to their concerts before she met Vestri, and a few of them even after the caribou took over.
The mare barely kept her excitement tempered through the streets. All Sunrise could think about was coming to their house and hearing their practice from out on the street. They’d invite her in and allow her to listen in while she talked to Fredrick. A dream come true. They’d even teach Sunrise how to play.
While Sunrise was on a runaway daydream, she walked right past Fredrick’s house. It wasn’t until she double-checked the address that Sunrise stopped in her tracks and doubled back to the right residence. Okay, this is it, she thought to herself and walked up the stone steps to the front door. Sunrise took a good look at the house. It was in the same style as most of the architecture in Canterlot. Extravagant curves and colors, yet for some reason, this house had more of a muted elegance to it, like a classical musician. The whites, golds, and blues all melded one into the other instead of stark lines. The colors were also softer on the eyes and accentuated the curves all the more.
Swallowing, Sunrise knocked on the door and held the clipboard to her chest. Her nervousness and excitement both warred with each other until she worried herself sick. What felt like several minutes passed, though it couldn’t have been more than one or two before the door opened. An imposing lightish-brown stallion with all the prim and proper neatness of one of Canterlot’s more snobbish members stood there. Though the minor resemblance to those members was there, that’s all it was. He looked more like a no-nonsense stallion with an extremely serious demeanor. It reminded Sunrise of Miss Harshwhinny.
“Excuse me, are you Fredrick Horseshoepin, owner of Octavia Melody?” Sunrise asked, hopeful. She pushed her excitement and nervousness back. She had a job to do and she didn’t want to disappoint her Masters.
The stallion gave a curt nod and replied, “I am. Why is a Red asking for me?”
The door was open enough for Sunrise to see down a hallway. There, a grey mare with a near-black mane dressed in hobbles and blinders had a mouth-gag with a featherduster attached to it. She was going up and down the hallway using it to clean the various tables and surfaces. Around Octavia’s neck, a stark Black collar sat.
“May I come in? I’m Sunny, the Council’s Pet and I have been sent to ask you a question,” Sunrise asked. She couldn’t hear any music drifting from the house, and by the looks of things, Fredrick and Octavia weren’t practicing. Her heart sank a bit. So much for listening in on them.
“You may not,” Fredrick said curtly. “I am quite busy right now, what is the question?”
Sunrise’s heart sank further. So much for her daydream. She slipped a pen out from the top of the clipboard and explained, “I have been sent to find out the progress on Octavia for the holiday season, and the answer will determine the kind of response it will receive. There are three categories.” She tapped the pen against the check boxes. “Good means that she’s showing improvement. Bad means there is no improvement, or a decrease in good behavior. Naughty means that she is where you like her and her behavior is everything you want it to be.” She swallowed, nearly wilting under Fredrick’s gaze. It bored right into her. She continued, “Any notes of which you want to tell me will be taken into consideration as well.” Sunrise flashed him a smile, hoping to release some of the tension between them.
Whether the smile worked or not, Fredrick turned his head and fixed his gaze on Octavia. The mare didn’t notice, but he scratched his chin for a brief moment until he said, “Good. Her attitude has improved greatly since she was at the Farm, whatever that is. I believe it’s more she does not wish to be sent back.”
Sunrise checked the Good box and scribed down the comment in the notes box. Afterward, she lifted her gaze, she couldn’t hold it back anymore and gleefully said, “I’m a huge fan of your music, by the way!”
The response was a door being shut and her left standing on the small porch. So much for music, listening to them practice, or being taught. Ugh, why did I think any of that was going to happen? Sunny rubbed her temple with a couple fingers and checked the next name on the list. Let’s see… Primrose followed by Apple Polish. By the looks of the last known addresses from the census, they’re also nearby. She flipped the pages and hummed to herself. Actually, by the looks of things, they’re all in a relatively good order to facilitate swiftness. Each address is near the next.
Sunrise stretched her legs and arms. It was going to be a long day. A very long day.
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Sunrise Splendor groaned to herself while she walked up to the Airship Docking ring. It used to be a place for rich ponies to dock their airships for pleasure cruises. Now that the caribou were here, it was a dock like any other. Most of the airships had been requisitioned or taken from the various mares and stallions that owned them, and a greater portion of the ring converted into docks like the ones in Lindisbarne. At least there’s never any fish smell. Several warehouses had been built for storing various things, from supplies, to airship components, and two were even for mares. One was more of a long-term storage for mares that would be sold in Canterlot. The other was short term, meant for mares, gryphons, and zebras that needed to go elsewhere in Equestria, or were swiftly on their way to the auctioneer’s block or various Slut Stores.
The various dock workers, mares, stallions, and caribou alike all ignored her as she walked out onto the main ring and headed out toward the warehouses. She was a common enough sight that only the new workers ever wondered why she was there. Sunrise had already dropped off the finished clipboard, glad to finally be done with that chore. There’d only been two Naughty mares on the list, neither of which Sunrise personally knew.
Stretching her arms over her head and walking around the various caribou and dock workers, Sunrise thought, I hope the zebras I have to process are quick to take the Red. I just want to get done, go home, and relax. Then tomorrow… Sunrise sighed. Tomorrow she had not just one, but two gryphons to deal with. Luckily for her, she didn’t have to fully process them. Sunrise merely needed to find out their temperament, write down some notes, and work out a good routine. Some gryphons just needed a good master to break them in. Others were steadfast to fight and needed more serious measures, such as a Gryphon Rodeo with one of the more well-known Mare Breaker stallions. A series of contraptions and events all made specifically to get the gryphon, or mare in some cases, to beg for mercy. Do the rounds enough times and many of those gryphons fell neatly into line. For any that didn’t, Sunrise wasn’t sure what happened to them after they were bound and dragged away.
Passing through the immense doors of the temporary warehouse, the cacophony of mares crying, making noise, and talking to each other rose up around Sunrise. The warmth of the building hit her, the building having spells to keep it warm even in the midst of winter with open doors. While the stacked Black cages weren’t much to be looked at, nothing more than cramped spaces with a water bottle and a small feeding bowl, the Red cages were a fair bit larger. With nearly enough room to stretch out, several sex toys of various kinds to keep them entertained, and sugar water as well as a butt cum bottle for drinking, the Reds were treated quite well for a storage facility. All the cages were stationary, being part of one massive unit. The back of each one had a lavatory ditch drain so that none of the mares would accidentally foul their cages. Between all the various cages sat various supplies, mainly bales of straw and hay to be used as bedding. There were also bags of alfalfa and various other treats for the more well-behaved slaves.
As Sunrise passed several Black cages to access a nearby storage closet, the mares inside hushed to a whisper. It was obvious they had been talking to each other when one spoke up.
“I know that mare,” Sunrise heard from the recesses of the cage. “She’s that caribou bitch.” Ignoring the mares for the time being, Sunny opened the closet and slipped inside. Along one wall were the ordinary supplies of any closet. Cleaning supplies, more hay, and even a couple buckets of mare treats. Nothing spectacular, as it wasn’t the main supply storage. The other wall, however, was adorned with a multitude of toys of every shape, size, and color. Beside them was a metal cart that appeared to open up in a variety of ways. Sunrise did just that, pulling up the lid so the various trays could slide out and to the side, revealing the bounty of toys within.
While Sunrise inspected her cart to be sure everything was in place, she swiveled an ear to keep listening. “Who?” asked one of the others, a tear-stained face pressing against the bars from a bottom cage.
“Sunrise Splendor. I’ve seen her before,” replied the first mare. “They don’t even try to hide what her duties are. Sometimes, she gets called in on some ponies. I’ve heard a couple got sent off to Re-Education facilities afterward.”
A few gasps came from nearby cages. Re-Education facilities were places of legend. Nopony knew what went on in them. Sometimes one would meet a mare who was sent to one, but she never remembered any of it. Her temperament tended to be better, or she’d become more skittish, but usually, one could say their behavior turned for the ‘better’ as a stallion would put it. Some mares were never seen again. It was never something Sunrise liked to do, but some mares misbehaved enough that they needed to be sent to one. Sunny herself didn’t even know what went on in them.
“I’ve also heard that if you’re ever even thinking about changing your collar, she’s the one you see. I had a friend who was thinking about it, then next thing I know, she’s Red and happily sucking a bastard’s cock.” Sunrise wasn’t sure who that mare was speaking of, but she tallied the amount of turned Reds she’d done in the past month and shook her head. For her, it was far too many. Running me ragged, but it makes Vestri happy.
A small voice piped in from another cage, “She was around when I was taken. Sunrise was who looked me over.” That certainly got the attention of the other cages, several mares wrapping their hands around the bars and peeking out in interest. “She was nice, and made sure I knew all the benefits.” The mare sounded shy and more than a bit submissive. What was she doing amidst the blacks? “She nearly convinced me, but I saw what happened to ponies I knew, and I didn’t want that to happen to me,” the mare completed. Ah, that’s why.
She loaded three Red collars onto hooks within the cart, then thought about it for a second and loaded a Black, just in case. While nearly all zebras that come across her plate go Red, there’s been a couple that refused. Sunrise shivered. She hated those; both the Zebra and Sunrise felt the wrath of a whip afterwards. Wheeling the cart out of the closet, she shut off the light and closed the door behind her. Sunny made sure to pass close by the cages she heard talk from.
Pausing just in front of them, she looked either way, then slipped her hand into a pouch dangling from the side of the cart, pulling out a handful of mare treats. Setting one into each of the cages near her, she smiled at the cramped mares within. “I hope to see you all again someday. Believe me, Red is worth it.”
When Sunrise wheeled the cart away, one of the mares shouted back at her, “If I do, it’ll be wiping that smug smirk off your face! Cunt.”
Sunrise Splendor shook her head. Some mares just weren’t ready to be Red, if ever. A shame, really. There needs to be more Reds around. Especially pegasi Reds. After a moment, Sunrise escaped the rows of cages and came up to one of several rooms laid into the back of the warehouse. For the most part, they were offices, file storage, employee rooms, things of that nature. A few were other things. Processing rooms, and rooms for a stallion to test a mare out before she went to the store or auction, in case he wished to purchase her before then. The room Sunrise went to she was quite familiar with. She didn’t even pause when she arrived at the door. Pushing it open, she slipped the cart in and shut the door behind her before locking it.
The dock workers knew not to bother her, and if she was ever needed, the ones who required her had the key. Pushing the cart up near a wall, she took a glance about the room. A wide, double-strength window took up one wall, though the view wasn’t much. It mostly just showed open air. Another wall held a table and a peg board, mainly used for hanging toys. The third, however, was the prize. Three large cages sat side by side upon a length of raised floor, their occupants having gone silent at Sunrise Splendor’s entrance.
First things first. Sunny lifted a clipboard and pen off the side of the cart, then walked over to the cages and their occupants. Let’s see… she read through the first page and glanced at each of the occupants. Three zebras, two are twins from the same tribe. They go to auction. The third is going to a stallion on the waiting list. She flipped the page and started on the checklist, her eyes scrutinizing the three zebra mares. Untied, check. Crates have been removed, check. Catheters removed, check. Sunrise shivered. A trip from the zebra lands required certain measures because of the length. Catheters weren’t something she imagined many enjoyed. They seem healthy and no worse for wear from their journey. They’ve also been confirmed as all virgins and... Well now. She took a good look into the third cage to see the zebra glowering at her. The mare was a taller one, her head bowed down with her knees pulled up to her chest. A Secondary instead of a Primary. Seems the Hunters weren’t happy with the Primary offered.
Sunrise didn’t know too much about how Zebras were taken, just that offerings were trained to be submissive, and that usually the main offering was accompanied by a couple others just in case the first mare didn’t please the Hunters. She’d have to ask Vestri later how everything worked.
Looking back at her checklist, Sunny continued. Bathed and scrubbed, check. Enema, erm… check. I think. She shook her head and sighed. Onwards. Cages are clean, mares are clean. Alright, let’s get to work.
Sunrise cleared her throat and addressed the three cages, “All three of you have been selected from your tribes as offerings to the caribou to keep the peace. You will all be given to your new masters in one way or another. I assume you three have been trained and that you understand what that means. If you don’t, I’ll spell it out for you.” Sunny paced the length of the room, which wasn’t far to be honest, but she thought better while pacing. “You belong to the Masters. Your bodies and minds, everything. You will do everything they ask of you, no matter what it is. You will give everything for them. You will make them as happy as they can be, and you will be happy about it in return.”
She heard whispering in Zebra between two of the cages, the twins. Then, one leaned forward to speak. “Miss pony, what of my sister and I? If we are separated, we may not comply,” the mare asked.
Of course. Twins. That’s easy to fix. She scribbled down notes suggesting the twins never be separated and replied in a sweet tone, “I’ll make sure you both stay together, but to do that, you have to both do as I say and stay on your best behavior.” A little honey with a barbed threat underneath should work quite well, I hope. Sunny stepped forward and unlocked the cages, though she left the third zebra’s cage still latched. Moving to her cart, she reached inside to pull out a single toy. A long and pitch black riding crop. It had been a gift from Vestri for her duties, and most certainly her favorite toy of the bunch.
Brandishing it in her hands, she turned and slapped the tip into her palm. Already, the two zebras mares had climbed out of their cages and stood stretching next to each other. To be honest, their bodies were just as exotic to Sunrise Splendor as they were to other ponies. I’d love to show them how enjoyable it would be to be a Red, but Master requires them to stay virgins, so there’s only so much I can do. Another smack into her hand, and she barked, “Stand straight, arms at your sides, and I want to hear your names!”
The two mares jumped and immediately obeyed, standing straight and staring at Sunrise with confusion and a bit of fear. “I am Shreea, Miss Mare. My sister and I here are a pair.” Shreea gave a small bow afterward.
“And Fascera is this one. I was named such under the light of the sun,” the other mare responded, mirroring her sister with a lower bow.
I think I like them already, Sunrise thought to herself, taking a long moment to look over the twins’ bodies. She had to admit: Zebras knew how to keep in peak condition. Both mares were rather slim, and while Shreea’s tits were of a size akin to Sunrise’s and tipped with with small, black nipples, Fascera’s were rather large and heavy looking. Those would make their soon-to-be Master quite happy if he was a breast-loving stallion. Sunrise slipped her crop between Shreea’s thighs and brought the cold metal rod up against the zebra’s labia. The unicorn smirked when Shreea shivered and she commanded, “Spread.”
For a moment, she thought Shreea would not obey, but after a few seconds, the zebra mare did as she was told. Kneeling down, Sunrise patted the leather keeper against Shreea’s lips. The mare’s nethers were coated with soft, black fur that contrasted nicely with the pink peeking out from between her lips. Standing and walking behind Shreea, and quickly noticing the deep-red blush infusing the zebra’s face, she gently grasped one of the mare’s buttocks and pulled it aside. A nice pertness. Not too tight, but not too much padding either. She’ll fetch quite a bit at auction. The tensing of Shreea’s body and the light gasp from the zebra’s sister amused Sunrise, as did the sigh that came from the third cage. “Don’t worry, you both will have your turns shortly,” Sunrise responded, kneeling down once again. Shreea’s asshole was a dark star between her rumpcheeks. A worthy prize for her new master.
Shuffling over a few steps, Sunrise did the same to Fascera, eliciting a yelp of surprise from the mare. Her rump seemed a bit more padded than her sister’s, and just by the glance from behind, the other zebra’s nethers were a bit puffier. In fact, they don’t even look like identical twins. Fraternal, then? Well, it’ll give their master variety, but identicals tend to go for far more. Sunny shrugged to herself and stood up, walking back in front of the two mares to smile at their delicious little blushes. My my, trained, but still know when to blush. I wonder if Vestri likes zebras?
Sunny cupped both mares’ mounds and tickled her middle fingers teasingly against them. This elicited startled squeals from them both and an almost unconscious shutting of their legs. Past them, Sunrise could see the third zebra mare roll her eyes within her cage. That one is going to be a bit of a problem. Taken too early if you ask me, she acts like she hasn’t finished her training. Sunny pulled back and crossed her arms beneath her breasts. What else? Ah! Yes.
She slid her crop against the flank marks of the twins and explained, “Your master, whoever purchases you both, will probably demand that you both play with each other in front of him as entertainment.” That statement arose deeper blushes in their faces and a look of shame between them. So they’ve already been trained to do that? Good, that makes my job easier. “Show me,” Sunny said, brushing her crop across her hand.
Both Shreea and Fascera looked at each other with unease. It took them a moment, but Shreea finally reached out and grasped her sister by the arm, yanking the zebra against her body. Tentatively, Shreea wrapped one arm around Fascera while the other dropped down to her twin’s crotch to cup the mare’s mound. In response, Fascera stiffened and straightened in place, looking as if she wished to stand on her tip hooves. Before she could, Shreea darted in and planted her lips against Fascera’s. By the shocked expression on Fascera’s face, Sunrise gathered Shreea had done more than a simple ‘harmless’ kiss.
Shortly thereafter, Fascera relaxed somewhat and slipped her hand between them and along her sister’s thigh, caressing up along until she met the supple flesh of Shreea’s nethers. This time, it was Shreea’s turn to stiffen up and squeak in that delicious way zebras did.
Sunrise walked around the two, eyeing over their performance. Well, they’ve got the basic training. Not fully willing to do things with each other as of yet, but that’ll change when they’re sold off. Reaching out with her crop, she tapped the keeper against the zebras’ flanks and said, “Alright, good enough.”
They broke apart and avoided each others gaze, bringing a giggle to Sunrise’s lips. “Now, I want you both to understand. I believe the Masters will allow you to stay together, but you have to impress them and keep them happy.” Shreea and Fascera nodded slowly, waiting to hear the rest. “That means you’ll be Red, you’ll enjoy it, and you make your Master an extremely happy male. If you don’t… well.” Sunrise shrugged and motioned the two as being separated.
“I understand and will go Red,” Shreea replied, cupping her hands in front of her. “I will do as you said.” Fascera whispered into Shreea’s ear, who gave it a flick. “My sister also agrees. For our Master we shall appease.”
Sunrise brightened up and clapped her hands together, startling the twins. “Perfect! Wait there for a moment!” She hurried over to her cart and set her crop aside, then reached inside and removed two of the Red collars. Looking over them, she hm’d softly. The collars were made of a thin, metal band sandwiched between two thick segments of leather, then sealed shut. It gave them form as well as some durability. For Reds, the inside tended to have a layer of padding, beneath which laid the various runes. One closed the collar seamlessly, allowing only a caribou to undo it. A second rune greatly increased the durability. It prevented minor wear and tear, meaning the collar had to take a good beating before it needed to be replaced. The third was one she could see being needed. The collars were mostly made in One-Size-Fits-All. The third rune allowed minor stretching and shrinking of the leather to fit a mare’s neck better. Black collars didn’t have the padding, and usually had a fourth rune that made it itchy and extremely uncomfortable, like a Pegasus’ wing sheaths. Of course, these were just the standard models. Masters sometimes got their pets and slaves special collars made of different materials or enhancements. Like her own! Plush padding, a rune to reward that would send pleasure throughout Sunrise’s body, and the leather itself was far softer than a normal collar’s.
Lifting the collars out of the cart, Sunny walked over to the two zebras and motioned them them to kneel. Once they did, Sunrise pulled the opening apart to clasp them around Shreea and Fascera’s necks. The moment she did, the connections flashed and faded, leaving the collars all one piece. Shreea experimentally swallowed and ran her fingers over the collar, shuddering momentarily.
“Go ahead and sit in the corner, and try not to distract me. I still have one other to get to,” Sunrise ordered, shooing the two zebras into the corner beside one of the cages. She stepped over to the third cage and fiddled with the lock momentarily until it came off, then strolled back to her cart and picked up not just her crop, but also an anus stretcher. She looked the strange butt plug over and turned back to notice the third zebra climbing out of her cage and stretching. Wow, she’s taller than me! That wasn’t anything to write home about, she didn’t see many tall zebra mares. “Alright, you already know the drill, what’s your name, and do you know what happens to a zebra that doesn’t choose Red?” Sunrise asked and hinted. She already knew this mare may be trouble, and it was better to nip her at the head than to pussyfoot around.
The zebra merely crossed her arms over her breasts and looked away, refusing to answer. At least until Sunrise smacked her hip with the crop. “Thernora is my name! I shall not be so easy to tame!” Thernora yelped and clapped a hand to the red mark on her flank.
Sunrise simply smiled and stood before Thernora. “Uh huh. I think you’ll fall in line as well.” Thernora leaned away from Sunrise and scoffed until the mare continued. “You see, you don’t just get treated like a regular Black collar. You’ll get punished first. Whipped until you can’t stand. Then they’ll give you to the caribou soldiers stationed here. They love a mare with fire. They beat and fuck it out of her. Every hour of the day and night. If you still have it by the end of the first week, you won’t by the end of the month. And that’s if they don’t get bored of you. If they do, you’ll be sent off to special auction for Black collars.”
Thernora seemed unnerved at Sunrise smile and took a step back, her face showing worry. “These Black mares. Do they happen to end with good affairs?” the zebras asked, steeling herself back up.
Sunrise wasn’t fooled, she saw the cracks in the mare’s demeanor. “Oh, no, not so much. You see, this auction is for mares being sold off to masters that will break them in. A bit at cost so that they can later be sold again at a far better price. A broken Black, or even a Black who has gone Red fetches a better price much of the time rather than a misbehaving Black collar,” Sunny explained, raising her crop to rub the leather keeper under Thernora’s chin. “And I don’t imagine the stallion you’re going to would approve very much of you choosing anything other than Red. In fact, I think he may even take a great enjoyment in beating and using you quite a bit before you’re handed over to the caribou.” To be honest, Sunrise didn’t know if that was true, but sometimes a lie was needed to secure the wanted result.
The zebra grimaced, and Sunrise could hear whispering from the corner. Thernora backed up to her cage and hunched her shoulders. “Mayhaps I was wrong. Maybe to a Red I belong?” she muttered and bowed her head, bringing a wide grin to Sunrise’s face.
Perfect. Now onto her training. Sadly it won’t be much, but it’s something. “Good. Now, your Master has desired that you have some rudimentary anal training before you’re given to him, so my plan is to just use a stretcher to achieve that goal,” Sunrise explained and waved the plug around at Thernora.
The mare widened her eyes, immediately covering her backside and crossing her legs. “That cannot be! I’m a virgin in all ways I plea!”
Sunrise didn’t listen. Not the first time I’ve heard that. She waved her finger around in a circle, saying “Turn around, bend over, and tail high. If you’re good, I’ll make it enjoyable.”
Thernora whimpered and stood in place. Several seconds later, she turned around and grasped the edge of her cage, lifting her tail up and out of the way to reveal quite the plump rump. Well, of course it would be. She’s not exactly a small zebra. I’d imagine one as tall as her would have a bigger rear. Taking a deep breath, Sunrise knelt down and parted Thernora’s cheeks to expose her pucker. The mare shivered above her, especially when Sunrise darted her head forward and pressed her muzzle against the zebra’s asshole.
Thernora gasped and pulled away, forcing Sunrise to reached around her thighs and pull her back to Sunny’s awaiting muzzle. While her hand was there, the unicorn teased her fingers over Thernora’s mound, occasionally using a couple to spread her lips or touch briefly against her clit.
The zebra squealed with each touch to her sensitive nub until she bit down on her hand to muffle herself. Sunrise wasn’t close to finished. She ventured her tongue out and dragged it over the wrinkled ridges of Thernora’s asshole and at the same time tickled her fingers across the mare’s clitoris. The zebra’s whines caused Sunrise to smile, as did the hush whispers of the two Freshly-Red mares in the corner. Time and time again did she slather Thernora’s anus with saliva.
The zebra reacted to the teasing by parting her legs just enough to make Sunrise’s job easier and to push into the teasing hand. Sunny responded by outright attacking Thernora’s clit, caressing and rubbing over its sensitive surface and even giving it gentle squeezes sometimes. While doing this, Sunrise pulled her muzzle away and wetted her finger. Rubbing it against Thernora’s asshole, she pressed against the mare’s pucker until her finger slid in. Removing her hand from Thernora’s crotch, Sunny wetted another finger and patiently worked it into the zebra’s ass alongside her other one. No time to take a few hours to train her up. Thernora’s squeaks, while cute, were ignored when Sunrise began using those two fingers to stretch the mare’s ass open. It didn’t open far, but was enough to satisfy Sunrise. Removing her fingers, Sunrise picked up the stretcher and squeezed a depression on the bottom, causing a squirt of lube to land in her hand. Making sure the entire bulbous toy was smeared with it, she touched the tip to Thernora’s wet asshole.
She immediately bolted upright and pleaded, “Do not, or at least go slow! Or else you I may throw!”
Sunrise Splendor responded by pushing her other hand against Thernora’s back and hissing, “Bend back over. This has to go in your ass, and it’s better to take it now than later.” Once Thernora acquiesced, Sunrise went about pressing and wiggling the toy against her ass even against the zebra’s muted protests. Bit by bit her ass opened around it. The mare’s legs trembled and the moment the stretching plug started entering her ass, Thernora let out an immense squeak which sent Sunrise giggling. Inch by inch the plug slid in until the point the largest portion popped into the zebra’s ass and her rectal ring closed around the thickened base.
Standing and taking note of the tears streaming down Thernora’s cheeks, Sunny walked back to her cart and removed a towel to clean the lube off her hand. “Now, that stays in you until such a point as your new master decides to remove it. As for your collar, what do you think, hm? Are you a Red, or a Black? Maybe I should stick a Black around your neck just in case and leave you to the caribou?”
Thernora stood gingerly and bit back a groan, she beseeched, “Give me not to the caribou, Miss Mare. It would be far more than I could bear. Your Red I will take, for my own sake.”
“Perfect.”
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Sunrise took the servant’s entrance into Canterlot Castle. While many mares had to use it, she wasn’t one of them. She just didn’t wish to deal with the hassle that happened sometimes at any of the others. Some of the guards at the other entrances liked to ‘search’ any entering mares. The last time that happened to Sunny, she walked away with an pain in the ass and a strange way of walking. To be honest, the humiliation of having it happen in front of so many ponies was unbearable. Fucking Vestri in public was one thing. Being violated by another male’s hands was another.
She was exhausted, wanted to get to Vestri’s chambers, and just have dinner before curling up in his lap. Maybe listen to one of his stories or read a book together. Smiling at some of the other mares going through the hidden side entrance, she eyed their outfits. Many of them wore maid outfits that left the breasts exposed and had a skirt so short as to be nearly nonexistent, which left their ass and crotch quite exposed to anyone that wished to take advantage of them.
Most wore Reds, though a mare here or there had a Black around her neck. The other Reds made sure to keep eyes on them, and the Blacks’ arms were bound behind their back in sleeves. Taking a deep sigh of relief as she entered the castle and made her way through the hallways, Sunrise didn’t take note of the numerous changes to the Castle since the Fall of the Princesses. Where vases and decorations used to be now stood lewd statues of the former Princesses Celestia and Luna in various degrading poses and bondage gear. Old tapestries were replaced with those of caribou design or showing the new Equestrian flag symbol. The sun and moon in chains. As for the stained glass windows? New scenes now encompassed them. Where once Nightmare Moon’s defeat had sat during the Gala, now it was replaced by Celestia and Luna’s fall, Dainn standing upon them both. Others revealed scenes of the former Elements being defeated or accepting their fate. Sunrise even knew of one that showed the old event of the stallions and mares submitting to caribou rule in Lindisbarne. Though she was there being given her Red, Vestri had ordered her not to get too proud of the fact.
Sunrise adjusted her collar and sighed with relief when it was back in its correct position. To be honest, she couldn’t remember what it was like to not wear one. It was over a year ago now she’d been collared, and Sunrise flushed with embarrassment at how she’d acted at the time. Never again will that happen. I’ve been a good mare, and Vestri knows it. Whatever’s going on with that list will be sorted out right quickly. Sunny nodded to herself and smiled, causing a passing pegasus stallion guard to grin in return and pass her a wink. She made her way past him thinking, Cloud Breeze. He’s wanted to drag me into an alcove ever since Vestri took up living quarters in the Castle. Maybe I should give him a pair of nipple piercings for his mare, if he has one?
Stretching her arms up over her head, she entered the corridor with the permanent and guest quarters. In one, she could hear the sounds of a mare being rather violently fucked. Ivangir’s quarters. Her moans and cries made Sunrise fold her ears back. Probably another of the Castle maids. Glad it’s not me, even if my Master wouldn’t allow his brother to be that rough.
Silently, Sunrise Splendor walked to the door opposite Ivangir’s and pushed it open. Slipping inside and shutting the door, she turned and smiled at the quarters laid out before her. The suite comprised a couple rooms and a separate bathing area. To her left was her ‘play’ area. A rack, a board with toys of all kinds meticulously arranged, and even ropes dangling from hooks in the high ceiling for when Vestri wished to suspend her.
Further in was the main living space. Large cushions, a few couches, and a couple armchairs were arranged in a pleasing manner for anyone to easily be able to speak to anyone else. In the largest armchair sat Vestri with his legs stretched out and a book cradled in his arm. Sunrise grinned with barely contained glee and strode over to her Master. Kneeling down and bowing her head, Sunny said, “Master, I’m done with my duties for today. I visited all the mares on the list and all three zebras chose the Red.” If Vestri knew that Sunrise saw her own entry, he betrayed nothing about it.
“That’s good to hear,” he replied without taking his eyes off the book. “I’ve already laid out your dinner and had your bed cleaned.”
Sunrise folded her ears back. The nonchalant way he’d said that made it sound like she was just bothering him. She swallowed and nodded, beginning to think that maybe there really was no mistake about that entry. Why, though? The mare stood and shuffled her way over to a side room with a lengthy table. Enough to seat several ponies at once. While Vestri used to make her eat out of a bowl on the floor, nowadays, she actually got to sit at the table when they were home.
This time however, both her dishes were lying upon the floor in the corner. Tears springing to her eyes, Sunrise blinked them away and knelt down to eat her dinner. It was a rather plain salad, reminding her again of the days in Lindisbarne. What did I do? Is Vestri mad at me? Several scenarios passed through her head while she hungrily dove into her food dish. Maybe she hadn’t obeyed him fast enough? Was one of the previous Blacks turned Red reverting? What about that comment of his? That she felt she was owed everything Vestri gave her? That can’t be it. She’d earned everything that was given to her. Didn’t I?
Her food vanished rather quickly, as did almost all the water in her bowl. Wiping her face and grooming herself to look as presentable as possible, the unicorn slinked her way over to her master. There was only one way to find out. Sunrise would have to ask him directly. She folded her hands in front of herself and waited for Vestri to take notice of her. When one of his arms moved out of the way and settled onto the armrest, Sunrise climbed into his lap and curled up enough to lean into his chest. A few loving nuzzles into his chestfluff later , the mare took a glance at the book in the caribou’s hand. It was all in caribou script, and while she could read most of the words, she couldn’t understand it as a whole.
I could just lay here all night, Sunny thought, almost letting her worries of the day escape her. But I can’t… A deep sigh escaped her lips and she raised her eyes to stare sadly at Vestri. “Master,” she began, swallowed, and continued, “I saw your entry on me. What did you mean?”
Vestri took his time in taking an old phoenix feather and slipping it into the pages to keep his spot. Shutting the book and setting it aside on the end table, he lowered his gaze to fix it on Sunrise. She lowered her eyes and ears. That gaze, while it had its usual love in it, had also been rather stern. Something was definitely wrong.
“I wrote that down because you need a good deal of improvement, Sunny,” he responded. “I’ve watched you over time. At first, you did well enough, getting accustomed to your place. Lately, however, you’ve started acting more like when I first collared you, and the times before. Entitled. Haughty. Acting like you are better than every other pony, including stallions. While you are better than the other females, you are never better than a male, do I make myself clear?” His tone held no pity for any other answer than the correct one.
Sunrise shrank back and nodded curtly. “Yes, sir.”
“I’ve already thought of a worthwhile punishment for you, one that I hope will cause you to outgrow these foolish tendencies,” Vestri explained. “I have a story for you about a little cow that thought herself better than all the other cows. An old story that still comes around every so often. The story of Matask and Veizla.”
The mare brightened up, but then just as quickly turned depressed again. This isn’t a story to entertain. This is a lesson story. She always dreaded those. Vestri had a multitude he liked to tell whenever Sunrise screwed up. It wasn’t often anymore, but it still happened. And by the looks of that list, this was a doozy.
“It all started with a master and his cow. Matask was a respected leatherworker in his village. He loved his cow Veizla dearly. You see, she had given him two strong sons already, and though they were grown enough to claim females of their own, Matask’s pride in his cow was still strong. Strong enough that Veizla never saw any need or want unfulfilled. She ate the best foods a female could wish for. Slept in the best bed. Even her own collar had been hand-made by her master to be as comfortable as possible. For any other cow in the village, it’d be the life of luxury and happiness.
While Veizla wasn’t the smartest, the fastest, the strongest, or even the most sexy of all the cows, she was enough of it all to know how much her master prized her. Matask would never give her up for anything else in the world. Over time that led to issues. Issues he’d have to deal with as there was one immutable fact about the situation.
Matask had spoiled Veizla rotten.
Normally, this was no big deal. He’d just have to punish her like any other master would have to. When he gave her food more befitting the other cows in the village, she cried and complained. When he tied her up to keep her out of trouble, Veila complained it wasn’t for fun. Even after he gagged her, her whining and tears came. When he took his hand to her via crop, paddle, and switch, Veizla’s cries and begging broke Matask’s heart and stayed his hand. He realized that even with his strength, his mind, and his respect, he could not harm Veizla too much. He cared for his cow far too much to administer the necessary punishments. A huge pity it was, for if the other males knew, all respect for him would vanish. A caribou that couldn’t properly punish his female, out of control or otherwise, lost a great deal of respect.
Matask weighed his options. He couldn’t tell any of his friends about this, not without the entire village learning. He also couldn’t ask around to see what punishments and rewards worked best, as it might raise suspicion. So what was he to do?
He stopped by to drink at the local feast hall, as was his habit. And though he had a little more than usual to drink it didn’t affect him too much. It was then that one of his neighbors, a Vixen Breeder, sat down beside him. Illskr was an old friend of Matask’s, and had a cow of his own as well. While Matask didn’t care too much about how Illskr treated his Soltima, it gave him an idea. Soltima was treated harshly, every step out of bounds punished, and she was the furthest from spoiled. As for Illskr? Illskr had his eyes on Veizla for years. Not to steal her from Matask, of course, but to taste of the fortune that had been granted to Matask. For you see, Soltima had given Illskr three daughters, who had already grown and been given away. He had wished for a son for many years to teach his trade, and had got naught but worthless females. To taste of what Matask had would give Illskr the fortune he needed to have Soltima give him a son after so many years. And though his daughters had brought happiness to other members of the village, what of Illskr’s own?
Matask thought it over. What if…. What if he and Illskr exchanged their cows for however long it took for Veizla to improve her behavior? Illskr wouldn’t put up with any of Veizla’s attitude. And in exchange, if he figured anything out, he certainly wouldn’t talk, not with Veizla impaled on his cock every night. And perhaps, just perhaps, better treatment may make Soltima happier, more willing to her master. Maybe enough that if she became pregnant, it’d be a son. It was certainly worth a shot. What did he have to lose?
He offered the idea to Illskr. A week or more of switching cows. Matask explained his reasoning to the other stag. He wished to see his neighbor and longtime friend happy. Perhaps tasting of Veizla would give him the fortune needed to bring it about once Soltima was returned to him? Matask had two, strong sons. He would be most willing to allow Illskr the chance that Veizla and his fortune would transfer to him and give him a son as he had wished for years. In exchange, he makes Soltima a happier female. A happy female does tend to breed better than one that wallows in a Vixen’s pen. Whether that was true or not, Matask cared not. Illskr ate it up.
This pleased Matask, for his plan was coming to pass. He made sure to let Illskr know that Veizla would not be pleased, and may act out. He even gave his friend permission to discipline her. Matask did not wish for Veizla to shame him, of course. In exchange, Illskr offered the same of Soltima. To punish or reward her in any way that Matask saw fit. Illskr made sure to mention Soltima’s carelessness and her ineptitude. She was clumsy even for a female.
Illskr went off to inform a village elder of their plans and to have it put in the records of their temporary trade. In the meantime, Matask went home and unbound his female, explaining his plans. Even when Veizla whined about being given to a strange master, he did not relent. This was something that he needed to do.”
Sunrise swallowed to herself while she listened. She was receiving a very good idea of what her upcoming punishment was. Was Vestri going to send her to the Vixen pens? Give her to a master like Ivangir or Filthy Rich? Just the thought of it made her sick to her stomach and curl up in her master’s lap. She didn’t deserve to be sent to either of them, did she? Oh dear Equestria. What if she did? Sunny shut her eyes and continued listening to the story with a sinking heart.
“Matask fed Veizla a potion and sent her to bed, waiting for the potion to take effect before carrying the the drugged female over to his neighbor’s cottage. Illskr was already waiting for him, with Soltima in the same state. It was best for them to wake up in their new temporary housing than to do the trade while they were awake. A clean break right away. After that, neither Matask nor Illskr would acknowledge their cows, leaving attention only for the one they currently cared for.
Veizla despised it. When she woke she found herself sleeping on a cushion that’d seen better days next to a food dish filled with basic greens and some sliced carrots. Where were her potatoes? Her fruits and berries? And all she had was water, nothing sweet to drink. The moment her complaining started, though, Illskr backhanded Veizla back into her bedding. She gaped in shock at him. Matask had never been so rough with her, even when she’d misbehaved. Tears streamed down her cheeks when she opened her mouth to whine further, only to flinch back and go quiet when Illskr raised his hand again. Veizla ate in silence, afraid that if she spoke, Illskr would strike her again.
Soltima couldn’t be any further from Veizla in her behavior. The female woke and trembled to find herself in such luxurious bedding, covered in a blanket that she swore Illskr himself would use. Beside her was Veizla’s usual fare, a cornucopia of treats and food that would satisfy any cow. But when she looked at it, she just sat in place while Matask went about his duties. In confusion, Matask asked her why she wasn’t eating. She replied that he had not given her permission. When he gave it, Soltima dove into her food, but kept throwing glances at Matask as if at any moment he would take the dish away.
After Matask slipped into his workshop, Soltima went about tidying and cleaning the place, but she did it cautiously, almost fumbling with everything until at one point Matask heard a crash and a loud whimper. He dashed into the house and saw the shattered remnants of a bowl strewn all over the floor, and Soltima cowering in the corner covering her head. He made his way over to her making soothing noises until he started stroking her head. The little cow was trembling heavily beneath his touch, but when Matask did not strike her, she peeked out from under her arms to eye him. When he mentioned that accidents happened, Soltima burst into tears and clung to him. Soltima had been so afraid of making a mistake and incurring punishment that she became clumsy out of fear alone.
Little Veizla had a more difficult time. Illskr set her to cleaning after her breakfast, and followed behind her watching like a hawk. He would have no carelessness or half-assed work on his watch. Everytime a task wasn’t completed to his ideals, Veizla earned a heavy slap across her rump. Within an hour, her ass glowed like fire and her tears ran silently down her face. She learned not to cry out, much less open her mouth for anything when he smacked her, lest she earn more. Her day only grew worse from there. Illskr had a routine, one that if Veizla even threatened to break, she earned more slaps across her hips. That night, Illskr took his prize in every way, making the already sore and aching Veizla even more so. His libido seemed endless, and she drank deep of her temporary master that night. Afterward, pleased and sated, Illskr bathed her in the stream outside, taking care not to add more pain to the punishments he had already given the cow. Veizla practically toppled into bed that night and slept fitfully on her rather lacking cushion.
Soltima on the other hand trembled in fear most of the time, afraid that Matask would punish her over every little thing. Even after he gently took her a few times during the day, she would not see past her training. Illskr did things a certain way, and if that routine was ever broken, the whip came out. But Matask? He helped soothe Soltima’s nerves. He showed her how he did things, and though he had to use harsh words sometime, and a paddling or two, he didn’t bring punishment to her for every little thing. That night, he carried Soltima to her bed and laid her within, then slipped the blanket over her and bid her a goodnight. For Soltima, it had been one of the best days of her life.
Through the week, Soltima and Veizla’s attitudes improved. Soltima came to stop being afraid of everything, and her clumsiness lessened, while Veizla’s misbehavior vanishedunder the weight of Illskr’s harsh punishments. The female dared not do anything that could bring about the bite of pain. The memory of her second night also warned her. Veizla had acted out, and in exchange, Illskr had forced her to sleep with the Vixens. Veizla woke that next morning cold and dirty, hungry, and smelling rather ripe.
By the end of the week, Soltima had become happier and her clumsiness had vanished. As for Veizla? Well. Let’s just say what bad behavior she had was now long gone. When Matask and Illskr gave each other their females back, both were rather pleased with the results. Illskr no longer needed to punish Soltima for her clumsiness, as she no longer was. And Matask found Veizla behaving rather well. Each stag had helped the other, and in doing so, helped themselves.
Veizla’s spoiled nature did not rise again, and Matask was able to keep her disciplined to a rather respectable level. As for Illskr and Soltima? Later, Soltima became pregnant again, and that Spring she gave birth to a strong son that gave Illskr much pride in his cow.”
“However, I am no Matask, pet. I do not fear to raise my hand against you. I feel that this punishment will do us both a great deal of good. Perhaps if reddening your cheeks will not help, then you getting to see just how much I permit you to have will do so,” Vestri explained and squeezed Sunrise to his chest. Dangling in front of her eyes was her horn. He still wore it everywhere. It showed everyone who Sunrise belonged to and reminded her as well who owned her yellow ass.
Sunrise raised her gaze slowly until she met Vestri’s eyes. “Please don’t give me to Ivangir,” she pleaded, terrified of what Vestri’s brother may do to her. “Please don’t do this, Master!”
Vestri enwrapped Sunrise’s muzzle with one of his thick hands and hissed down at her, “It is not your decision whom I give you to, mare. You have no input at all about what happens to you. Hopefully your punishment will remind you of this.”
Sunny swallowed and nodded, her ears nearly non-existent with how flattened they were. A sudden thought passed through her when she realized what Vestri had said at the end of the story. He means to get me pregnant! Oh no no no no! She squeezed her eyes shut and trembled. She didn’t want one of those horrible hybrids in her, much less another pony’s child! Sunrise was happy with what she had now.
The mare found herself picked up and set onto the chair. Peeking her eyes open, Sunrise Splendor watched Vestri stroll across the room to a bookshelf and pick up a tiny vial filled with a purple liquid. Not more than a small mouthful. Bringing it back over, he thrust it out at her and commanded, “Drink. Then bed.”
She grasped it and he crossed his arms over his chest. Uncorking it, Sunny tossed back the concoction into her throat and gagged. Nasty! Almost immediately, drowsiness overtook her. That works fast, she thought and stumbled off the chair and through the room to her bed. Climbing within, she dragged her blanket over herself and conked out the moment her eyes closed.
